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At Your Smallest

Tiny things, That first breath taken with morning eyes Open Or the way both arms reach to the headboard In a satisfying stretch, But specifically the smile The way it crests with sunny realization That there‚Äôs love in this bed, This house, This air. Spring can have its opulent blooms And Summer can pull hair, […]

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When she breathed, he felt her. When she laughed, he grinned. In the fantasia of their ardor, she donned a mask but he knew her, could see her, would love her. Their lips were designed to kiss one another’s. And in the hot rhythm of celebration, amid the colors of reveling masses, he took her […]

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Had they made thousands of these? Yes. Thousands of unique, captured dreams mailed to the homes of the rich, the lonely, the sick. And he’d never touched her although he so often dreamt of what that warm, smooth skin would feel like beneath his hands, of what her breathing would feel like under the crush […]

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She’d been modeling for him over the past sixteen years, and while technology moved on, their dances didn’t change. Clifford hated the flat boredom of video. It lacked the latent image, the romance of a movie camera. And he had no patience for editing. He captured only what was raw and real, a single reel. […]

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The camera churned, a kind of rough chewing made by it’s teeth as they pulled 16mm film by its sprockets, delicately capturing her on celluloid for the last time. She looked this way and that, trained to ignore Clifford and his lens, instead appearing as if the moment were candid; as if this motion picture […]

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Callie believed in dreams. She would watch clouds pass overhead and the way the sun faded and strengthened behind gray cotton, and she’d make a wish whenever she could see it without squinting; an orb of unimaginable power staring from Heaven like the eye of God. Then she’d think of Damon, his sea blue eyes […]

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This loss of breath, It’s wrong by design. A same shallow escape; A withdrawal into night As if the stars had hands That clutched at need, desire, worth. In that moment, she looked tired but fulfilled, Yet truth hung obvious to her As a coat on a rack Snow-flight drying By a closed front door […]

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Caught

Diving from the sun. Piercing eyes, a flare, the shine of a stare too long at hope and warm acceptance. Dance with the periphery, live at the corners with affordable prisms that skitter as insects under scrutiny, fearful of capture. Hold out hands, flex fingers and find gold play and coal shade drift with each […]

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Walking through Summer, their locked hands discovered. She white with expectation and gentle apprehension. Him gray with duty and protective thoughts. The procession stood to greet their sun bathed entrance as children laughed and swam in view behind revelers and under cloudless blue futures. A man awaited to bind his future to her, gray seeking […]

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Refrain from interrogating the course of things, this stream of rippling mirror projecting upside down worlds of infinite possibility. It’s familiar, the lines of each direction, the flavor of responsibility, the sweet sting of obligation and resultant pride of accomplishment, yet the free fall beckons, unclear of view, but quivering forms of suggestion seducing curiosity […]

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